In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind.
Women speak two languages - one of which is verbal.
I feel it gone, yet know not when it left.
Then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.
Mine eyes smell onions: I shall weep anon.
Upon his royal face there is no note how dread an army hath enrounded him.